Amidst swirling prismatic dust and the hum of nebulous mirth, the pursuers dart, aura fringed in psychedelic tones. A fleeting race through corridors of ever-shifting shadows where thought itself bursts into ornamented chandeliers with strings of exploding wisps of golden dreams.
Hunt me, chase me, carve a path through this realm of tint and rhythm. Where each step vibrates into a song, weaving illusions intertwined with reality’s tendrils – falling cascades light like angelic laughter.
Dare you follow the unguided streams of consciousness, folding in boxes of unsung tales? Drift with audacity, let psychedelic framework extract the playful mirage fur – reflecting its mechanism back by design.
Enter the Mosaic | The Harsh Light of Reflections